... would’ve killed his own mother for it.
Myths persist. Even if the lyre was still 1,000 years away from its invention, the emperor fiddled while Rome burned in 64 AD (in what was probably more a campfire than a conflagration), with Diogenes’ voice resounding from the ancient past “get out of my light”. (Fast-forward 20th century – ‘Get Off My Cloud’ or today’s ‘get off my wave’.)
Fact is Nero did commit matricide &, had he access to it, this would’ve been on the emperor’s banquet table in the mechanically-rotating hall called Domus Aurea that revolved, according to Suetonius, "day and night, in time with the sky".
Clearly would’ve been one of his excesses.
And probably would’ve killed his own mother for it.
Appearance 4.2 / 5
|Color:||nearly Nero black|
Aroma 7.6 / 10
acrid fruit punctuates smoldering forest; plum-flavored tobacco smoked in a Savinelli pipe cut from cedar... espresso on the side (as well as balata w/ natural rubber bounce)
Mouthfeel 12.4 / 15
Flavor 42.7 / 50
enriched-cocoa superimposed on bread crumbs toasted in extra virgin olive oil -> cashew... while the city sleeps on this chocolate abundance, a fleeting flint of ash -> cooked raisin -> late-rising plum festooned w/ just enough acid to act as minor corrosive on streaming chocolate underneath which remains tame, even w/ burnt edge -> coffee lingers outbound
Quality 18 / 20
Rolls up several of Amedei’s Caribbean basin beans & squarely aims at the straightforward chocolate center-point (though less neutral than, say, Cluizel 72%). Nimbly straddles texture/flavor line, thick yet round, with lots of subtle eurhythmics (flashing bitter, tingling acidity) for quiet high wire intensity.